Legon Love Letters

They told me the University of Ghana was for lectures,
for sleepless nights in Balme Library,
for night strolls to Pentagon and midnight waakye at Night Market.
But no one told me love could find me here,
between the echoes of JQB and the quiet shade of NNB.

I met you between a UGRC class and a rainy evening at Central Cafeteria,
somewhere between the src union building
and “Can I sit here?”
Maybe love is a semester course,
one the Father ordained before we even chose our majors,
graded in patience, in kindness,
in the way we show up when the world says, “Drop this course.”

I see you across the UGCS lawn,
sunset painting you in hues of hallelujah,
your laughter—a chorus from the book of Psalms,
your presence—like chapel bells on a Sunday morning.
And I wonder if this is what Paul meant
when he wrote of love that bears all things,
believes all things,
endures even when deadlines suffocate us.

We walk through campus like disciples on a journey,
discovering each other like a new book at the Kingdom Bookshop,
studying love like it’s an elective we never knew we needed.
You wait for me at Night Market,
I remind you to pray before exams,
we hold hands—not just in secret,
but in faith, because this love is a testimony.

This is not just about stolen glances in lecture halls,
not just about WhatsApp calls that stretch past hall curfews.
This love is a ministry—
a reflection of Christ and His bride,
a love letter written in late-night prayers and shared communion at Nups -G Sunday service.

So when the world says love is just a fleeting campus fling,
that it won’t survive beyond this university’s roads,
we will stand firm—
built on a foundation stronger than the Great Hall pillars,
deeper than the roots of the baobab tree near Volta Hall.
Because what God authors,
no failed test, no distance, no doubt
can erase.

And if love is a lesson,
then class is in session.

Legon Love Letters

They told me the University of Ghana was for lectures,
for sleepless nights in Balme Library,
for night strolls to Pentagon and midnight waakye at Night Market.
But no one told me love could find me here,
between the echoes of JQB and the quiet shade of NNB.

I met you between a UGRC class and a rainy evening at Central Cafeteria,
somewhere between the src union building
and “Can I sit here?”
Maybe love is a semester course,
one the Father ordained before we even chose our majors,
graded in patience, in kindness,
in the way we show up when the world says, “Drop this course.”

I see you across the UGCS lawn,
sunset painting you in hues of hallelujah,
your laughter—a chorus from the book of Psalms,
your presence—like chapel bells on a Sunday morning.
And I wonder if this is what Paul meant
when he wrote of love that bears all things,
believes all things,
endures even when deadlines suffocate us.

We walk through campus like disciples on a journey,
discovering each other like a new book at the Kingdom Bookshop,
studying love like it’s an elective we never knew we needed.
You wait for me at Night Market,
I remind you to pray before exams,
we hold hands—not just in secret,
but in faith, because this love is a testimony.

This is not just about stolen glances in lecture halls,
not just about WhatsApp calls that stretch past hall curfews.
This love is a ministry—
a reflection of Christ and His bride,
a love letter written in late-night prayers and shared communion at Nups -G Sunday service.

So when the world says love is just a fleeting campus fling,
that it won’t survive beyond this university’s roads,
we will stand firm—
built on a foundation stronger than the Great Hall pillars,
deeper than the roots of the baobab tree near Volta Hall.
Because what God authors,
no failed test, no distance, no doubt
can erase.

And if love is a lesson,
then class is in session.

A few of my samples and flows as a copywriter

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Body:

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